In a temple there
sits a man made of stone And though
he is very old He never sees the lighting
of day And his nights are very long
The man of stone, King Croesus King
Croesus is his name The man of stone,
King Croesus King Croesus still remains
Through the purple light of sunset When
all the land is cold King Croesus looks
around him Yes he does And he doesn't
seem so old
King Croesus
We can't see you King
Croesus
We can't hear you
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